Title: Hetalia Academy II

Pairings: Germany/Italy, America/England, France/Canada, Japan/Greece, Japan/England, Canada/England, Switzerland/Liechtenstein, Austria/Hungary, Switzerland/Austria, Spain/Romano, Russia/China

High schools tough, we all know that. But how about an international boarding school? With Germany and Romano constantly fighting, America in depression, Austria doing things he shouldn't be doing and Russia still being...weird, tears and teenage emotions are running high, will these kids ever get their act together?

Chapter 12 - Pleasure and Pain

Switzerland sighed deeply, eyes fixed on the practically motionless clock, which endless droning ticking was driving him more and more insane. Beside him a few desks away sat his girlfriend, who was making every possible effort not to catch his gaze, or the gaze of their head teacher who sat at the front of the classroom, watching them. The blonde boy rested his head on the desk, feeling a little bit more than depressed at that moment. Liechtenstein was refusing to talk to him, he was serving detention for something he didn't even do and he was sure Mr Danketsu had lost all respect for him as a student for lying...even if it wasn't a lie. The old man in question coughed slightly, sitting up behind the desk.

"Alright you two, I have some things I have to do so I'm leaving you here." he got up, collecting together his things into his briefcase, "I'll be along to check on you again in a while." he went to the door, turning back to them, "I hope you both realise how serious this whole thing is, a man could have lost his job and even gone to prison because of a lie you told, in this day and age, underage relations is no laughing matter, and you can't justify any reason for making up such serious allegations." he looked at the two teens, shaking his head as he left, closing the door behind him.

Switzerland bit his lip, the atmosphere in the room suddenly increasing in tension as he and Liechtenstein were left alone. The young girl turned away from him in her seat, scowling at the wall. "Liechtenstein..." Switzerland said softly, hoping to gage a reaction from her, it didn't, she remained silent. He sighed, resting back in his plastic chair, gazing across at her, he couldn't stand it, she'd never been this mad at him, he couldn't even recall a time when she'd been even slightly annoyed at him...but now she was furious, he wondered whether she'd ever talk to him again.

"Knock knock." Mr Austria smiled, poking his head around the detention room door, "Thought I'd come and see how you two are doing." he stepped into the room, glancing behind him to make sure no body saw him before closing the door, holding onto a plastic bag.

Liechtenstein gave the teacher a dark look, fixing her glare on the carpet instead, not wanting to look at either of them, Switzerland sighed, this was the last person he wanted to see right now, "...Sir is this really necessary?"

"Not at all, but I can't help feeling guilty that you're in here because of me-"

"Well you should, since that's the reason we are in here, pervert." Liechtenstein spat, her eyes never leaving the floor.

Austria coughed slightly, choosing to ignore her, "Well anyway, you must be bored so I've brought you both a little something." Austria delved into the bag and pulled out a snack for each of them as well as some magazines.

"Oh...thank you Sir." Switzerland took one of the magazines, such a mundane thing but after the agonizing boredom of the last hour he was in desperate need of some entertainment.

"So you bring us some magazines and some food and you think that makes up for what you did?" Liechtenstein sat up, shooting daggers at the music teacher with her eyes.

Austria sighed, "Liechtenstein, I know what you must be feeling right now-"

"You don't know anything about me!" she snapped.

"Liechtenstein don't yell at him!" Switzerland turned to glare at her, he knew she must hate him for what happened but he was slightly annoyed as the teacher was clearly trying to make amends and she just wasn't letting him.

"Why are you sticking up for him? Do you love him or something?" Liechtenstein spun around to glare at her boyfriend, her eyes rapidly filling with tears, "You must do, you obviously care more about him then you ever did about me!" she bit her lip, looking away as tears started to roll down her face, "Y-You two deserve each other!"

"Liechtenstein it's not like that..." Switzerland went and knelt down by her desk, attempting to put his arms around the girl who was trying to lean away from him.

"...why did you do it?" she whispered, voice faltering from the lump in her throat.

Switzerland bit his lip, "...what?"

"Why'd you kiss him? Are you bored with me is that it? And why wouldn't you let Mr Danketsu have him arrested? He deserves it." she wiped her eyes, sniffling slightly.

"Liechtenstein..." Switzerland took hold of her hands, "I don't know why it happened, but I swear it had nothing to do with my feelings for you."

"Why wouldn't you let him call the police?" she looked her boyfriend in the eyes, fresh tears leaking from her own.

Switzerland sighed, gently wiping them away for her, "Because what we did wasn't his fault, it was both of ours...and it would have wrecked his life, I mean what about his wife? You like Mrs Hungary don't you?"

"Yes, she's nice." Liechtenstein sniffed, glancing at the teacher, "But she deserves someone who won't cheat on her." she added bitterly.

Austria winced slightly, leaning down by her desk, "Liechtenstein, I know you must see me as some sort of monster right now." he ignored the immediate nod he received from the girl, "...but Hungary has forgiven me for what happened, and if she can forgive me for having an affair with a student despite being married for nearly ten years...don't you think you can forgive Switzerland for his one off thing that will never happen again?"

Switzerland looked at her pleadingly, squeezing her hands, "Liechtenstein I'm so sorry for everything that's happened."

"I'm sorry too, it shouldn't have happened and I can promise you it won't ever happen again." Austria looked at her with sincerity, making sure she knew he was one hundred percent serious, "...and Switzerland loves you very much."

Switzerland nodded, "I do, I love you Liechtenstein."

Liechtenstein bit her lip, wiping away the rest of her tears, "...I love you too." she whispered, flinging herself into her boyfriend's arms, burying his head into his neck, sobbing quietly into him. Switzerland wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close, something he rarely did even when they were alone.

Austria smiled slightly, standing back up, "I hope now we can all leave this behind us."

Switzerland nodded, gently cuddling his girlfriend close, "I think that's a great idea."

Liechtenstein sniffed slightly, pulling back to look at Austria, "Mr Austria...I'm really sorry for telling Mr Danketsu what happened."

"It's understandable." he smiled, handing her the bag of magazines, "Now I better get out of here before he comes back, he's alright done more for me than you could possibly imagine, same as you Switzerland."

"What do you mean Sir?"

Austria smirked slightly, "You really saved me when you told him the whole thing was a lie...but do you really think he believes you? He knows we did what we did, but he's a good friend, and he was willing to look the other way despite knowing full well I committed a crime...but even still, thank you for helping me."

Switzerland smiled, sitting back at his desk besides Liechtenstein, "You're welcome, Sir."

Austria grinned, making for the door, looking back over his shoulder at the two teens as he left, "I know someone who'll be passing music this year!"

Switzerland laughed, squeezing Liechtenstein hand's again as the door closed, leaving them two alone again, "You know, he's actually not that bad."

~0~

Japan smiled to himself, for the first time in a good long while he was actually feeling happy. It was as though a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders, he could finally stop feeling guilty, even if it was through no fault of his own. Inside Japan actually felt a little giddy as he made his way through the gates to Greece's favourite sleeping spot, he couldn't wait to tell him that he'd taken his advise and ended it with England. Japan was proud of himself, he knew he'd done the right thing, in a way he was a little insulted that England clearly never cared about their relationship, but neither did he so why should that even matter? He was free, he had no obligations, no commitment...he was free to do whatever he wanted, with whoever he wanted.

"Kon'nichiwa Greece." Japan smiled as he found the rugged teen, sitting down beside him as he stirred in his sleep, slowly sitting up.

"Hey you." Greece smiled sleepily, picking one of the daisies as he sat up, holding it out to Japan.

Japan blushed slightly as he took the flower, "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Greece said softly, scooting closer to Japan, smirking slightly, "No cat this time?"

"Oh urm..." Japan looked around worriedly, as if hoping a feline would appear out of nowhere.

Greece shook his head, "I'm joking, I think they went into the forest, they'll be back later."

"Oh right." Japan blushed slightly, looking around slightly awkwardly, not sure how to start the conversation.

Greece stared at Japan, noting the way the Asian man's cheeks seemed to be going crimson, "What brings you here?"

"I...I wanted to tell you something." Japan bit his lip, feeling slightly embarrassed as he wasn't sure whether Greece would even care about him breaking up with England.

Greece blinked slowly, leaning closer to him, "Go on."

Japan jumped slightly, blushing under Greece's intense gaze as their faces seemed to be getting steadily closer together, "I took your advise and ended my relationship with England."

Greece was silent for a moment before he reached up and gently ran his fingers through Japan's hair, "That's good, otherwise I might have gotten jealous."

Japan stared at Greece in slight shock, "Why? Do you like England?" he couldn't help the note of disappointment that found its way into his voice.

Greece slowly shook his head, "No, I like you Japan."

"R-Really?" Japan asked, dumbfounded, his deep blush still refusing to leave his face. Greece nodded, gazing into Japan's soulless eyes which only seemed to be growing wider and wider. Japan swallowed slightly, looking away, "I think I might like you too..." he whispered softly, cheeks still glowing.

Greece smiled slightly, "Good." he leant forward, softly pressing his lips against Japan's in a gentle kiss, Japan blinked in surprise, blushing heavily before slowly kissing him back. Greece took hold of Japan's hands in his own, squeezing them gently as their lips collided gently, eventually pulling away when it became apparent that both of them had been holding their breath. When they parted Japan panted softly, smiling shyly at the brunette who still had hold of his hands, Greece gently pressed his lips to his forehead, "How about you let me be your boyfriend?"

Japan bit his lip, beaming slightly, "...I would like that."

Then Greece did something Japan never thought he'd see him do, he grinned, "I have a boyfriend." he sang happily, pulling the shorter teen close, nuzzling him softly, purring slightly.

Japan laughed in surprise, gently ruffling Greece's long, tangled hair, "Is my boyfriend a cat now?"

"Don't act like you don't like it." Greece teased, pressing his lips to Japan's cheek.

Japan blushed slightly, smiling shyly, "You're right...I love it."

~0~

"Ve..." Italy sighed in content, cuddling up against Germany's chest as he lay on top of his boyfriend on the comfy dormitory sofa. Germany smiled, gently running his fingers through Italy's hair, pecking the top of his head, Italy beamed, nuzzling Germany's neck sending shivers down his spine. It was rare they'd get the chance to cuddle like this during the daytime, their timetables only had simultaneous free periods once a fortnight, usually they'd have to wait until bedtime to get close to each other, however Italy would often fall asleep rather quickly. The Italian was actually quite close to falling asleep at that moment, he felt so warm and comfy in his boyfriend's arms and the warm glow from the fireplace was enticing him into a doze.

"Italy..." Germany spoke softly, gently prodding Italy who was threatening to fall asleep, "Don't go to sleep, you had a nap at break."

"Only a little one..." Italy yawned, snuggling into Germany's chest, closing his eyes again.

Germany shook his head fondly, gently kissing his forehead, "I know but we've got lessons in half an hour, you don't want to waste that time sleeping do you?"

Italy sighed softly, shaking his head, sitting up slightly as to avoid the temptation on sleep, resting his elbows on Germany's chest, "What should we do?"

"We could just talk." Germany smiled, letting his hands run through Italy's hair again, revelling in it's softness.

Italy shivered, smiling cutely, "Okay...I know!" he beamed as he remembered, "I heard Japan broke up with England!"

Germany quirked an eyebrow, "Really? When?"

"Urm...today! He told me after lunch."

"Good for him." Germany rested his head back against the arm of the sofa, "I always thought he und Japan didn't suit each other."

"Do you think Japan will move back into our room?" Italy asked as he played with the buttons on Germany's casual shirt.

"Possibly, it would be good to get rid of the American." Germany watched Italy, smirking slightly as a couple of his buttons came undone, revealing his chest.

"Ve...he's nice, but Japan is more fun! I can borrow some more of his dressing gowns!" Italy beamed, pressing a kiss to Germany's exposed skin.

Germany shivered slightly, softly running a hand down the back of Italy's neck, "I don't think they're dressing gowns...but they do suit you." Italy smiled at this, softly nuzzling Germany's bare chest as his hands tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"Oh my God would you stop that you sick pervert!" Romano snarled, bursting out of his bedroom into the dormitory, eying the German dangerously as he stormed over to him.

Germany sighed irritably, gently pushing Italy off his chest as he sat up, "What is your problem?" he growled, wrapping a protective arm around Italy as his brother came and stood in front of them, eyes narrowed, practically breathing fire.

"You're my problem!" Romano snapped, "You've always got your filthy hands all over my brother!"

"Well he's not exactly complaining!" Germany shot back, his temper rising, beside him Italy winced slightly as Germany yelled, "We're in love ja?"

"He doesn't love you!"

"He does! He loves me und he wants to be with me!"

"He's too stupid to know what he wants!" Romano thundered, face slowly going red with rage. He took a nervous step back as Germany suddenly jumped up, fists shaking his sides as he resisted the urge to physically harm Romano in some way.

"How dare you talk about mein boyfriend in such a way!" Germany bellowed, struggling to control his anger as his protectiveness for Italy was controlling his actions.

Romano shuddered slightly under Germany's angry glare before standing up straight, matching his stare, "Well you clearly don't care about him,

just look at him!" he pointed to his little brother who was still sat on the sofa, shaking like a leaf, tears filling his eyes.

Germany glanced back at Italy, biting his lip, "Italy..."

"I...I don't like it when Germany yells..." Italy whispered quietly, cuddling his knees to his chest.

"But Italy...he..." Germany turned back to Romano and then back to Italy, "...he provoked me."

Romano growled, "You're upsetting him you bastard!"

Germany grit his teeth, holding his tongue, he sat back down next to Italy and pulled him close, rubbing his back soothingly, "I'm sorry Italy." Italy nodded into Germany's chest, cuddling him close as Romano continued.

"You think he loves you just because he's always clinging to you? Well he doesn't! He's terrified of you! The only reason he doesn't break up with you in because he's scared you'll beat him!" Germany clenched his fists again, insides shaking with anger yet he somehow managed to endure it and stay quiet, "And you don't even deserve him! All you want him for is to do disgusting things to him, you don't even care about him!" Germany opened his mouth to yell at the Italian but the words died on his tongue as his boyfriend had started crying, Romano's words upsetting him. Germany bit his lip, trying his best to cuddle Italy and reassure him but his actions were just fuelling Romano's rage.

~Meanwhile~

Spain sighed, glancing at his watch as he ascended the spiral staircase up to the dormitory, 'Great...half an hour of nothing to do because Romano won't talk to me...well he does but it's only to yell at me.' Spain frowned as he wandered into the dormitory, stopping in his tracks when he saw the boy in question screaming abuse at Germany and Italy, 'Oh my God what's he doing now?' Spain gaped at him as he stood and listened to some of the hurtful things Romano was saying that were clearly upsetting Italy and enraging Germany. 'I can't just stand here and let them take this kind of abuse!' Spain bit his lip, slowly approaching the sofa, '...but what would I say to him?' he stopped again, sighing deeply, '...who am I kidding? He wouldn't even listen to me...' he was about to leave, pretend he was never there when he caught sight of Italy's face and saw just how much Romano was upsetting him, there were tears pouring down his cheeks. Spain grit his teeth, glaring at Romano, he felt an unfamiliar wave of anger flood through him and suddenly he found himself storming over to him, "...Romano."

"...you're just a pervert! All you want is sex from him and then you're going to break his heart!"

Spain glared at him, "Romano."

Romano ignored him, "And I don't know what my brother sees in you! That's another thing! You've obviously tricked my brother into having some kind of feelings for you!"

"Romano!"

"You're just a potato bastard with a STUPID accent whose just using my brother and you need to go to HELL and-"

"ROMANO!"

Romano growled, turning around to face the Spaniard, "WHAT?"

"...you're a jerk."

Romano stared at Spain, caught off guard for a second, "...w-what?"

Spain glared at him, taking a step closer to him, "You heard me, I said you're a JERK!"

Germany and Italy jumped slightly on the sofa, shocked by Spain's sudden outburst, nowhere near as shocked as Romano was however, who just stood gaping at the Spaniard, "I...I you wha..."

"Listen to me right now Romano." Spain growled, staring him down, "You are going to leave Italy and Germany alone do you hear me?"

"B-But they-"

"SHUT UP!" Spain screamed, face bright red, resisting the urge to slap him across the face, "All you do is complain! And blame everybody else! But just once in your life Romano shut the hell up and listen to someone who actually knows what they're talking about!" Romano gulped slightly, staying quiet as Spain's temper refused to die down, "You know what Romano? You are selfish! And you don't give a damn about anybody elses feelings except you're own! And you don't care about Italy! You keep saying Germany's not right for Italy and that you're trying to protect him, but you know what? That's not it at all! You're just jealous!"

Romano stared at him, "...w-what?"

"You're jealous! Because Italy's found someone who loves him and cares about him and wants to be with him and you can never have that! I mean," Spain scoffed, "...who in their right mind would ever want to be with you? You self centred arrogant bastard!"

Romano stared at the Spaniard, mouth hanging open in shock as his words sank in, Spain just stood, panting heavily, face bright red with rage, never once backing down. Germany and Italy's shocked expression matched Romano's, who was struggling to come up with any coherent speech, "You...you've never stood up to me before..." Spain bit his lip, yet managed to stand his ground, keeping his glare fixed on the Italian, Romano stared at him, slowly shaking his head as he approached him, "...and I have never...been more turned on in my life."

"W-What?" Spain's angry expression changed to one of utter confusion at Romano's words when suddenly the Spaniard found himself being forcefully pushed up against the arm of the sofa as the Italian crushed his lips against his own. Romano grabbed hold of Spain's collar as he desperately pushed his tongue against the Spaniard's lips, begging for access to his mouth. Spain granted him this access as he reached up to tug at Romano's shirts as their tongues wrapped themselves around one another. Italy and Germany could only watch in shock (well Germany more disgusted really) as Romano and Spain kissed each other passionately against the sofa, slowly sliding down until Romano was practically straddling the Spaniard on the seats right beside his brother.

Germany could feel himself going red as the awkwardness of the whole situation was becoming apparent, he grabbed Italy's hand and hurried him into their bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind them, "...mein Gott."

"Romano likes Spain..." Italy sounded slightly in a daze as he sat down on his bed, removing his shoes, "...did you know that Germany?"

"I...had suspicions." Germany also removed his shoes, still incredibly disturbed by what he'd just seen as he took a seat beside his boyfriend, "...I really could have done without seeing that..." he said with a shudder.

Italy giggled slightly, "I could help you forget about it!"

Germany raised an eyebrow, "You could?"

Italy nodded, pressing his lips to Germany's neck, kissing lightly, leaving a slight trail of moisture across his skin, "Sì..." Italy breathed softly, his hot breath tickling the German's skin making him shiver.

Germany bit his lip, such a simple action causing heat to pool in his stomach, he could already feel himself getting aroused, "Italy..." Germany brought his arms up to remove Italy's shirt, he made quick work of the buttons before discarding the garment to one side, letting his lips attack the smooth skin now available to him. Italy gasped softly as Germany's tongue worked it's way across his nipples and down to his navel, gently nipping at the skin there, leaving slight red marks. Then Italy did something that surprised Germany, he suddenly grabbed hold of his shoulders, and using all the strength he could muster, which Germany was bewildered as to where he got it from, he pushed Germany onto his back on the bed and straddled him.

"My turn..." Italy grinned in a way that unnerved Germany slightly as the Italian undid the rest of Germany's shirt buttons and let it fall open, revealing Germany's muscular, lean chest. Italy reached down and tweaked Germany's nipple, delighting in the sharp gasp he received from his boyfriend. Reaching lower Italy starting attacking Germany's belt, he struggled for a moment before he got it undone and he was able to tug down Germany's pants. Germany watched Italy with surprise, Italy had never been this impulsive before when it came to the bedroom department. The Italian saw Germany looking and smiled shyly as he put his fingers under the elastic of his underwear and pulled them down too.

Germany suddenly felt very exposed, he'd never been in this situation before, it was always him taking the lead, he had to admit it was rather arousing. Italy shifted lower on the bed so his head was near Germany's legs, and without warning he started tracing his tongue over the man's thighs, finally taking Germany in his mouth, sucking gently. Germany's reaction was to gasp, reaching down to grip Italy's hair, resisting the urge to thrust up into his boyfriend's mouth. Italy smiled, with one hand settled on Germany's hip to keep him still and the other lightly circling the base of his penis while he lightly tongued the swollen shaft and head. The slight roughness of Italy's taste buds sliding along the underside of Germany's hardness felt incredible and Germany shuddered, his fingers digging into Italy's shoulders and his breath coming in short, rapid pants. "Italy..." he groaned, his voice deeper than usual and slightly husky. He gently pulled on Italy's shoulders to get him to sit up, Italy tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Italy asked as he wiped Germany's precome from around his lips, the sight almost enough to make the German come then and there.

"Nothing I just...I don't want to, you know...I mean, not that way." Germany took a moment to catch his breath, slowly sitting up and bringing himself back from the edge. He gently took hold of Italy's hands, "Italy...I want to lose myself, in you...please...if you'll let me."

Italy blinked in confusion before he realised what Germany meant, "I-In me, you mean...?"

Germany nodded, blushing slightly, "If you're ready."

Italy was silent for a moment, before slowly nodding, "Okay, lets do it."

"Are you sure? I don't mind waiting Italy."

Italy shook his head, a smile playing on his lips, "I want you to."

Germany was slightly shocked for a moment before grinning, lunging forward and pinning Italy down on the bed, "I promise I'll make this as amazing for you as I can ja?"

Italy nodded, smiling sweetly yet slightly nervously, "I trust you."

Germany smiled, pressing his lips to Italy's forehead as he gently tugged down the smaller teen's pants as well as his underwear, letting his hand wander across his hardness, stroking him gently for a few moments, and earning a few soft mewls in the process, before he reached over to his dresser for something, "France did leave me with one thing I'm happy to use." Germany produced a small tube of lubricant, holding it up for Italy to see. Italy nodded but didn't say anything, and Germany could clearly see the nerves in his eyes. "I promise I'll be gentle..." Germany said softly, gently pressing their lips together, kissing him tenderly. Italy smiled, calming down slightly as Germany held him close, kissing him lovingly.

When Germany finally pulled away, he opened the tube and squirted some of the cool liquid onto his fingers, lowering his hand down towards Italy's hardness, where he lingered for a second, before lower to where he needed him. Ever so gently Germany pressed a finger to Italy's entrance, rubbing him there for a few moments, watching Italy's face carefully, making sure he showed no signs of discomfort, Germany gently inserted his finger, moving it in and out of him carefully. Italy gasped softly, clutching at Germany's arms as a second finger and then an eventual third one was added, stretching him out as gently as possible.

Italy panted heavily, closing his eyes as his hands made their way into Germany's hair, clutching at his blonde locks. Germany pressed a soft kiss to his neck as he removed his fingers and shifted on the bed, placing the head of his penis there instead. "Are you ready?" he whispered, lifting Italy's leg up against him, preparing to penetrate him. Italy nodded, clenching his eyes shut tight as he waited, shaking slightly with nerves. Germany bit his lip, not liking the fact that Italy was scared but knowing he'd always be scared of their first time, no matter when it happened. Slowly Germany pushed into Italy, seeing the Italian wince as he sunk deeper made Germany pause and meet his gaze, "Are you okay?"

Italy nodded, smiling slightly, "It feels...too good."

Germany grinned, "I always knew it would." he somehow managed to sit up with them both still attached and pulled Italy into his lap, causing him to slide into him fully. Germany stopped when he suddenly realised how good it felt to be inside Italy this way, he started a gentle rocking motion with Italy still in his lap, pressing his head into Italy's shoulder to muffle the sounds of his deep groans. He clutched Italy close as they moved together, his hands found Italy's hair and he pulled his head down for a deep kiss, crushing their lips together as he continued to pound into Italy, thrusting more rapidly as Italy's groans changed from slight pain to pleasure.

Germany hadn't forgotten about the spot which France had told him about, Germany angled his hips to a new trajectory to find it. He knew he had when Italy suddenly threw his head back and made a noise loud enough to rival something which Germany had heard come from France and Canada's room a few days before. The German grinned as he continuously thrust against that one spot, sending waves of pleasure through Italy's body as well as his own. He grit his teeth, knowing he couldn't last much longer, he kissed Italy again, panting heavily against his open mouth, "What...what should I do?"

"Inside...come inside..." Italy whispered breathlessly, the friction between their two bodies as well as the feeling of what Germany was doing to him driving him towards his own release. Arching his back with a loud groan Italy was gone, spilling his seamen across his and Germany's chest. The feeling of Italy's muscles tightening around was too much for Germany to take, digging his nails into Italy's back he thrust in one last time and he too came, spilling himself into his boyfriend.

Italy fell back against the bed, panting heavily as Germany slowly pulled out him before collapsing on top of him, yet making sure he wasn't putting his whole weight on top of Italy, even though he wouldn't of minded. For a few minutes they just lay there, naked and sweaty, breathing ragged as they both struggled to catch their breath. Eventually Germany sat up slightly, staring down at Italy with loving eyes, kissing the Italian softly, "Italy...I love you."

"I love you too..." Italy was surprised he was able to speak, he was exhausted, "Germany...that was..."

"Ja..." Germany smiled, laying down against, resting his head against Italy's shoulder.

Italy ran his hands through his now damp hair, "Germany..."

"Mm?" Germany mumbled softly, closing his eyes.

"Do we have to go to lessons in a little while?"

"No..." Germany smirked, pulling the covers up over them both, "...lets just stay right here."

~0~

'Oh God where is he?' Canada was practically running around the school, desperate to find France, 'Oh dear I hope he didn't hurt England too badly...I have to find him! I need to tell him I'm pregnant while I still think it's a good idea!' he stood at one end of the school and got a good view of most of outside, hoping to catch sight of him through the congregations of people. Just then his eyes landed on the Frenchman, he was homing in on him, he didn't look happy. 'He must have just been to see England.' Canada thought as he bounded over to him. "France! I have something I need to tell you."

France stopped directly in front of him, eyes full of rage, "You're pregnant."

Canada looked confused, "Yes...wait how did you know that?"

"So it iz true!" France's face changed to one of panic, "I thought ze Brit was just joking!"

"Wha...England told you?" Canada bit his lip, silently cursing the Englishman.

France stared at Canada, slowly backing away from him, "So...you are pregnant?"

Canada bit his lip, nodding, "Yes, I am."

France clutched at his hair, staring at his boyfriend with wide eyes, "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I tried!" Canada stepped closer to him, "You wouldn't listen!"

France bit his lip, stepping away from him, "Canada...I can't deal with zis."

"...what?" Canada stopped, placing a hand on his stomach protectively, "What do you mean? It's our child! You have to deal with it!"

France shook his head, rapidly backing away from him, "No, I can't...I'm sorry Canada."

"France you can't do this to me!" Canada called desperately, tears starting to fall down his face.

France bit his lip, tears filling his own eyes, "I'm so sorry." he turned around and fled, his violet cloak billowing behind him. Canada just stood, watching him go, tears falling freely down his face. He felt his legs tremble and he collapsed to the ground, sobbing into his hands as it became apparent that he'd just been abandoned by his boyfriend when he needed him more than ever.

Holy Bejeebus this is a long one! XD I actually didn't realise until I was finished how long this chapter is D:

Hell yeah Spain is bad ass! I've so been looking forward to writing that XD

Sad times for Canada though :( Reviews are love :)